A/n: Okay, the general response from you guys was that you were confused. Sorry, I know I only subtly hinted it, but yes, the fourth lover IS Red Alert. Why not Blurr? Stick around for the next chapter when I tell you why.
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Chapter 43
The Miracle Worker
Emrial's day had pretty much been wasted, and despite the whole peace talks mishap the two warring factions had decided to join forces for the time being to defeat the strange entity known as Unicron. No one was quite sure why Megatron had agreed to Prime's terms, but a few think it was the cookie peace offering Jet Fire baked. Who knew that the lovable giant had a nick for deliciously bad-for-your-health dessert food substances? Though the giant vat of chocolate cookie dough stored in his quarters could have been a hint.
But there was no time for sugary desserts now. The combined forces were throwing everything they had at the unfolding giant that loomed around their planet. But not one dent showed on Unicron's surface.
The young earth warrior, Emrial joined these forces. Flying beside nimble spacecrafts she viciously attacked the planet size transformer. Sometimes she would charge it and strike against it with her sword. When that failed she would materialize all sorts of weaponry, each proving futile for her cause. Something about the scene seemed familiar, though. And she tried to recall what it was.
--flashback--
She came out of the other end and hovered around, gaining her bearings. She was in space, that was all she knew.
A short distance away she saw a large transformer floating in the zero gravity that is space. She saw the Autobot emblem on him, so she decided it was safe to venture forward.
He was mostly white, with two large wings folded behind his body. He had large feet with booster jets on them. A red crest adorned his head.
Beside him a big booster gun floated. She pushed it toward the bot.
"Emrial..." The Autobot turned his head, and spoke in a shaky voice. "What are you doing out here? It's not safe. Get back to the ship."
"What's going on?" She asked him.
The bot moved his arm and pointed to an extremely large transformer that was attacking a fleet of ships.
"Unicron." He said. "If we cannot defeat him, we will loose our planet."
He looked back at Emrial. "His only weakness is inside him, but we can't get to it." He shuddered. "If only the Decepticons would see things our way and join us in battle. Without teamwork, I'm sure our planet shall be destroyed." The bot paused.
Emrial thought a moment, looking from the gargantuan transformer to the Autobot's pretty big gun.
Without a moments hesitation she slipped her hand into the gun. She concentrated hard, transforming the gun into an even larger, more powerful weapon.
"Here." She tried to put the gun in the bot's hand. "Try this."
"I can't." He waved his hand away. "My energy's too low. I'm waiting for a ship to rescue me. I've been blown too far away from the action to be noticed, though."
"Hmm." Emrial grasped the weapon firmly in both her hands. "A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do." She unfolded her wings and flew firmly forwards, the jets on her feet pushing her at full throttle.
"What are you doing?" The bot called out, but she was already out of hearing range. "Crazy kid." He shook his head. "She's going to get herself killed!"
"I don't know what I'm doing." She said to herself. "But I know that I must do it!"
Emrial stopped, well within range of Unicron. She braced herself, the gun in the ready position; she held it over her shoulder like a bazooka.
"Hey! Ugly!" She fired one of her missiles from her wings to get his attention.
The large transformer turned his head.
Emrial smirked. "Smile! You're on Candid Camera!"
--end flashbackâ
A bright light dawned upon the girl. Of course! That crazy dream! Maybe...it wasn't just a dream! She snapped her fingers with the realization. Quickly she flew back to base to find the giant she needed.
Her big metal boots made clanking noises as she clomped down the hallway. Rounding a bend in the base she heard the voice of that which she was searching for. Sliding the door open a crack she looked in and noticed that there was large compiling of transformers forming battle plans, and Jet Fire was leading him. I can't interrupt him now. Her heart sank momentarily before another idea hit here. Hmm...she wandered off. I wonder if Red has any spare parts.
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With such a ferocious battle going on (though as one-sided as it seemed) there were of course the share of wounded. Red Alert worked as quickly as his ethics would allow him, moving skillfully from patient to patient; administering a little pain killer here, a joint transplant there, nothing out of the usual. So of course the med-bot did not have time to glance up as the doors to his workspace slid open.
Emrial stood in the midst of hurting transformers. Some with just a few minor cuts, a lot with missing limbs, but alarmingly many of them were gasping their last breathes as their precious fluids leaked out all over the floor. Emrial bit her lip as she walked past the repulsing lines of injured to find the medic in charge.
She found him bent over a dying mech, a wound to the chest had exposed vital parts and much of his fluids were depleted. Still, Red Alert would not give up. He had done the impossible before, but this case seemed to be his limit. He pumped fluids feverously into the transformer, only to have them drain out just as quickly. The young soldier, cut down in the prime of his life, was beyond saving. Red Alert sadly moved his arms away when the transformer's bio signs began to slow to a straight line.
Without thinking, Emrial tenderly laid a hand on the dying one's chest. Thinking hard the strange green light began to pulsate from her hand. It repaired the broken wires and fluid cables, and reformed his armor. Red Alert gasped as he looked at the miracle worker. Her eyes were closed, but not creased. Her face looked serene and calm, as if she was having a wonderful dream. Her blonde hair floated gracefully by her face as the green pulsated through her, like a strange green glowy stick at night. He was shocked when the glowing stopped and she removed her hand from the now completely healed soldier. She opened her bright blue eyes and stared calmly into the astonished mech's single red optic.
"He'll be okay now. Give him plenty of Energon fluids to replace those lost and give him time to recover. Make him stay still so as to not undo it." She smiled as the young soldier came online. "It'll be okay now. Just get some quiet rest." She patted him tenderly on the shoulder.
The teenage transformer looked up at her with bright optics. He reached up and placed his hand over hers. "Are...you an angel?" He questioned.
Emrial gasped. She had been called many things, but never that. "No...I'm not an angel." She hesitantly answered.
"Are you sure? Because you sure worked a miracle." He smiled.
From across the room a warrior who had lost his right arm all the way from the shoulder joint spoke up. "Yes, she is a miracle worker. She's the one that made Jet Fire become alive again after being dead."
"Yeah, I saw it with my own optics." Another transformer spoke up, and soon the whole room was aroused. Murmurings and pleas for healing overwhelmed the girl. Frantically she looked up at Red Alert. He was smiling his all knowing smile. Glancing back at the wounded she felt a sudden urge to help.
"Red Alert, do you have an Energon transfusion circuitry board?" She called to the medic.
"But of course...why?" He crossed his arms.
"Let me see it!" She urged.
"I don't know where this is going..." He wheeled the contraption over to the earth girl. It was a machine designed to pump Energon into a transformer that had gone into stasis lock. Sort of like a jumper cable for transformers, if you will.
Emrial tore open the top of the machine and reached into the circuitry.
"What are you doing?!" Red Alert protested. "You'll get yourself fried!"
But his pleas meant nothing to the determined girl. Emrial grabbed the tubes and wires and thought as a great green aurora filled the room. Suddenly, missing pieces parts were restored and cracks and dents were fixed. The mortally wounded and half dead found new life. Crackling energy leapt nearly to the ceiling and there was a loud boom as Emrial suddenly released the cables, and was catapulted backwards as the machine exploded with a cloud of smoke.
"Emrial!" Red Alert rushed through the smoke in a desperate attempt to find the girl. He was relieved to see her walking towards him, a smoldering hand covering her mouth as she coughed like crazy. Red Alert glared sternly at the girl. "You could have gotten yourself killed! That was a very foolish thing to do!" He prepared to launch into a long lecture.
Emrial smiled as the smoke cleared and her coughing ceased. "Was it really? If I had tried to heal everyone without being plugged into a source of energy I would have drained all of my energy and fainted. So I channeled the raw energy from the machine to where it was needed. I wouldn't be very useful to the fight if I were unconscious, now, would I?" She smirked wryly as the last of her hairs stopped smoldering.
Red Alert sighed heavily. She was right, but did she have to choose such a destructive method? That was his only spare transfusion circuitry board. Looking around the room he was relieved to see every one up and about, some grabbed weapons and prepared to launch right back out into the battle. At least she had given him a break from having to heal every one of them. Sliding down unto the floor the medic began to laugh his deep belly chuckle.
"What?" Emrial cocked her head as she sat upon the transformer's knee joint.
The medic sighed as he gathered his sanity. "What did you come here to do in the first place, Emrial?"
"Oh." In the rush of energy she had forgotten her original mission. "Do you have like a spare parts pile around somewhere that I can rummage through?"
The large robot thought a moment. "No, not all in one pile. We're so neat and tidy, we scatter our junk all over the place." He chuckled sarcastically.
"Well, then how do I know if something's not being used?"
"Just ask Optimus, he knows."
"Okay..." Emrial rocked back and forth as she sat straddling the Autobot's leg. "So where might I find Optimus?"
"In the command center." Red Alert stated as he lifted the earthling off of his leg and stood up to clean up the mess she had created.
"Doh! Of course!" Emrial cursed herself for not thinking of that. She waved a quick goodbye to the lonely bot in the med-bay before continuing on her journey for junk. On her way she passed through the armory and found a neato gun similar to Jet Fire's but it looked to be burnt out, but she could fix that.
She walked into the command center while examining the gun. No one noticed her, so she made herself noticeable. Spying the red Autobot leader discussing stuff with the Decepticon Demolisher she flew up and stood on the table they were leaning over. "Hey Optimus?" She called up.
"Oh, hi Emrial." Optimus stated without giving her as much as a glance.
Emrial cleared her throat. "I'm looking for spare parts. Is anyone using this gun?" She held the weapon up.
Optimus picked the gun up and studied it carefully. "It's Jet Fire's spare. He might need it."
"I only need it for a little while..." She put on her most adorable face and dug her toe sheepishly into the tabletop.
"Alright. Just don't let him know it's gone." He handed the weapon back to the pleading girl. "Now, would you please go somewhere else? We're trying to figure out the best way to blow Unicron up."
"Right-o!" Emrial saluted and flew away. "What luck!" She told herself. "Jet Fire's spare!" Back in the armory she tinkered with the gun, amping its stats and such. She increased firepower and recharged the gun, installing new weaponry. "Hmm...something's still missing..."
"Well, we could release a simultaneous bombardment on certain parts all at once. That might weaken him if we fire all of our guns at once." Demolisher pointed out to Optimus.
"Yes, but WHERE to strike...that's the big question." Optimus looked over a chart of what they knew of Unicron's body.
"Try the neck!" Emrial shouted as she passed the doorway.
"Yeah, that might just work." Optimus thought aloud.
"Can I have this thing-a-ma-bobber?" Emrial called, walking past the doorway while holding up a strange piece of metal.
"Yes, yes. Just leave me alone." Optimus shooed her away.
"Mm-K. Thanks!" She waved, passing by the doorway again. "Oh, by the way, is all the all paneling necessary?"
"If it's not covering vital systems." Optimus sighed, greatly peeved. "Now...where were we?" The Autobot leader turned back to his and Demolisher's grand scheme. His head suddenly jerked up at the ear splitting groan and snapping of metal.
"What on Cybertron?" Demolisher's head jerked up.
Emrial walked by the door again, carrying a huge piece of sheet metal.
"Emrial!!!" Optimus yelled and began storming after the girl. "Just what are you up too?" He stomped around the corner to the armory.
"Just this." Emrial smiled as she cocked her new weapon: a bulky modified version of Jet Fire's spare gun.
Optimus's optics nearly flew out of their sockets. "What is it?"
The girl smiled as she studied her new masterpiece. "This baby has the capability to bore a hole right through a planet. If anything, this should AT LEAST dent Unicron's tough hide."
"Well, what are you waiting for?! Go shoot that thing down already!" Optimus looked frothing mad.
"Yes sah!" Emrial saluted with a giggling smile.
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A/n: yes yes, I know, lame filler chapter, but I'm going on a three-day vacation and I don't know when I'll be able to update again so I decided to just post this thing, ready or not. I hoped you enjoyed, now please go fill my inbox with lots and lots of nice long reviews!
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